The White Stripes

I once watched a programme about the making of Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Actually, it was either a programme about Thriller or American Werewolf in London, though it doesn’t matter. Apparently, immediately after seeing American Werewolf In London, Michael Jackson picked…

Brr… it’s cold. Being a sensible sort of chap, Brian’s not going outside until all this horrid weather is over. You might think it’s better for owls, what with their ability to fly and all, but our poor mixtape maker faces the daily threat of having his wings frozen together and falling from the sky. Plop. Quite apart from being sore, it’d be awfully undignified, and Brian has a reputation to protect.

Instead he’s going to stay in with a delicious bowl of mouse soup and listen to the lovely tunes he’s cobbled together. Some about the cold and a couple that are just songs he’s discovered and loves.